hail storm reality
My thoughts are racing,
Hard to see clear when your mind flickers in spheres
like light streams of cars passing windows
creating shadows on the walls.
Try to find comfort in myself, while slowly I forget myself.
Each smoke takes me higher, confined in my mind
I fly through reality.
What I see is real they say, without paying attention
to worlds that are felt. Emotional overflow
unseen and overlooked, I play them down
and try to focus. Focus on the world I share with y’all.
The realer one, the right one, the only one.
Tummy feels tear me up slightly
You know in my reality, I am your wifey.
Hold up. Stop. Rewind and Replay
No, that is not where happiness is derived from
That’s not what’s gon calm your inner storm -
Easy to talk about accepting your fate, easy to be aware.
See life in cycles where opposites are complementary
just cannot accept my sadness, my vulnerable side,
that one with that little child. Yeah, that one that always cries.
When I try to reason an invisible wall divides
Existential crisis on a micro scale
life is worse than a storm, play with snow, but yeah
it’s hail.
